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My Bitter Truth of Happiness

  Hey, you.   Take your freaking pills. (Your anti depressants. Your anti anxiety meds .) You know, whatever pills you cringe at the thought of having to take? Yeah. That those . Take it, please. You deserve to be healthy.  You deserve to feel sunshine.  You deserve joy. You deserve a brain that doesn’t beat you up. And yes, I know it’s kind of a pain.  I also know some days you might feel strong enough to do without it. But those little pills isn’t for the good days, my dear.  And don’t you remember the bad days? Those days when the storm clouds come rolling in. When energy leaks out of your body like someone pulled the drain.  When brushing your teeth feels like a marathon and sunshine is offensive and even the most joyful noises of your household sounds like a million bees in your head... I remember those days. And that’s why *I* take the pills. One day at a time, every refill at a time, one season at a time, I take the pills. You see, sometimes sunshine tastes like sour chalk and h

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